SMILE BEHIND THE SORROW

DEVANO ALTARA

I walked through small buildings. I'm gonna roll the camera strap around my neck. Every time I pass a good place I immediately aim at it by taking pictures.

The jeret! The jeret! The jeret!

"Good, suitable for me to run the race," I muttered fondly at the results of each portrait.

This city is the city I miss so much. For a very long time I never set foot in my native land again.

The atmosphere is hot, the buildings are increasingly competing to get higher, the streets are still crowded in my opinion. It makes no difference to the past, it's just that my childhood playground has changed with shopping buildings.

I'm Devano Altara the badung kid who has a photo hobby. I was born into a family that loved to be choosy. Hee hee hee's.

That's the ugly side of me, actually I'm the adopted son of a pretty rich family. I was said to be badung because I always played with the village friends who according to my adoptive parents, the bad boy.

No need to talk about the past.

Today I feel very happy to finally be able to return to my homeland. Before returning I joined my parents to live in my foster father's homeland.

There I had to follow all the rules that made me dizzy. Whatever I'm going to eat should correspond to four perfectly healthy five. whereas I don't like the name vegetable.

I have allergies that I find strange. If others have allergies to seafood or other marine fish. I choose to be allergic to vegetables. Not an allergy to the disease is just a phobia of items that are green and the like.

When I was a kid, I called Buleng, which means black. That call was in my opinion the affectionate call of my friends in this town. I am not offended by this call.

Wherever I am, I still use that call. There was a funny incident that finally all my friends called me Buleng.

Listen to a little story and sleep after.🤭

At that time I was playing tires that were rotated around using tree branches. Because of the preoccupation of the tire race rolling I did not know that in front there is a road repair.

Because, too far away from my friends I did not hear the warning being shouted at me.

I just kept turning the old bicycle tire while occasionally laughing out loud because it could beat my friends behind.

And in the third of the way I don't see any barrels filled with asphalt oil. Fortunately at that time the asphalt oil was not hot. With laughter still echoing I did not realize that there was wood in front of me.

Plums!

I slumped into that barrel of asphalt oil. Half of my body is still outside and head up to chest into that not-so-high barrel.

I was trying to get out of that oil barrel, because, my upside-down position went inside while the legs were up. A little more I'm almost out of breath.

"Dev, Dev," called some of my friends who helped me out of that asphalt barrel.

When I managed to get out the laughter of my five friends immediately sounded. The people who were busy at that time were laughing at me too.

"Haa haa haa haa haa," their laughter all broke.

Since then, I have not been called Devano. Everyone who knows my little story will definitely call me Buleng.

back to topic.

In the afternoon like this the streets to the square are very pleasant. There I can photograph everything I think is good.

Arriving at the front door of the square I stopped my steps. My gaze was on two very beautiful women in my opinion.

The two girls walked while carrying their bicycles. One was hijab and one had his hair down.

I continued to follow where they were walking to rest themselves. I walked away from both of them. Not mean, it's just that I don't know it myself.

Seeing them stop by the lake, I stopped my steps. I kept watching them both. Well wearing a hijab sitting down, the other one sitting on top while raising his head.

"A really good bag to take. I'm sorry girls," I muttered in my own monologue.

With a single press of the jebret I got their photo. I chose to sit a little close to them, my seat was only blocked by three large trees.

Every move I always take pictures of them. Laughing, jokingly crying together did not escape my sight.

"It looks like they're old friends, who are they?" I said to myself.

I have been in my hometown for two years. I've never seen those two women around here either. I kept watching them until my ears accidentally heard the story of one of the women.

I was amazed to hear the love story of the hijabless woman. For the sake of friendship he was willing to hold back his feelings.

A few minutes later the woman who was sitting at the bottom immediately went up and sat next to her best friend. They hugged each other for a long time before they hit each other.

It's funny that those of me who unconsciously laugh too. They embraced again, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

I pressed the little button on my camera. Every time I take pictures of him I see him. The pictures I took of them were nothing bad. Everything is pretty good and satisfying.

Satisfied looking at their pictures I didn't realize they weren't there. I ran to find where the two of them were going.

Twice I ran around every place wishing they were both here. Until I finally gave up, I didn't find them.

I decided to buy some mineral water before returning home. Accidentally, my eyes caught the two figures I was looking for.

I immediately paid for my drink and ran after the two of them. I saw them cross the road by walking their bicycles.

Once again I took pictures of those who were in the middle of the road. With a lot of traffic vehicles help fiu yng I get what was ugly to be good.

All of those vehicles seemed to be blurring like they were edited. I laughed, raising my arms, my hands clenched.

"Yes, got! I hope to see you again beautiful sisters."

I saw they had crossed over and pedaled speeda away from the square.

Imagine for yourself the meaning of Devano🤭

NOTE: ANY MEMORABLE MEETING WILL HAVE AN IMPRESSION AT ANY TIME.